Chapter 63: The Island of beautiful women V
The group then returned to the village safely, with the head of one of the giants as proof of their victory.
Loki, who had been left behind for his safety, immediately flew to Hael's shoulder, the worry and relief evident in his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked Hael, though his eyes also looked over at Ceremus as well.
Hael smiled. "Yes, we're fine." He then turned to face Hypsipyle. "There shouldn't be any more giants causing you guys trouble anymore." He said.
Hypsipyle was taken over by emotion when she heard this, her body trembled and she felt a huge sense of relief overtake her. They had been dealing with the giants for months now and ended up losing a few of their people along the way. But now, with only a single day, those giants that had been a blight on their lives were now gone. She could hardly believe it, but the proof was right in front of her—severed and oozing with blood.
The Village Head bowed her head, this time with tremendous respect and reverence. "Thank you so much, Your Majesty, I don't know how much longer this would've gone on...we couldn't have defeated them without you, the both of you. Thank you."
The other villagers did the same as they bowed their heads in gratitude, even Cecilia did the same, but this time, she meant it.
Hael's eyes softened with warmth as he looked at the group of women. It always felt good to help others, and the fact that he could do it alongside Ceremus made him feel even happier. He hoped Ceremus felt the same way.
"...It's fine. Think of it as payment for letting us stay here," Ceremus replied, his voice slightly strained, though there was an undercurrent of something deeper beneath his nonchalant demeanor. "You should consider selling that head. You'd fetch quite a price for it," he added, gesturing toward the severed giant's head.
The king could feel a flush creeping up his face, and Hael couldn't hide the amused smile tugging at his lips, seeing how embarrassed Ceremus was.
Ceremus cleared his throat once more, trying to regain composure. "It's quite late. You should all get some rest." With that, he walked away awkwardly.
Loki, perched on Hael's shoulder, watched Ceremus retreat and couldn't help but scoff. "What's his problem? Does he not know how to accept gratitude?"